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Dumbledore caught Anabelle. It wasn't like he hadn't had a seen a fainting girl before. But this was no ordinary situation. This was a dire conflict, and if he didn't marry her off soon, something terrible was going to happen. He had only witnessed a territory war once, but once was enough with a Veela.

Walking her up to his private office on the base floor, which everyone had mistaken for Snape's since it was so grungy and dirty, he sat her down in a chair and pulled a water bottle out. Taking a unused cloth and pressing up against her forehead, he muttered Morana, and she sputtered awake. Closing her eyes and rubbing her fingers against her forehead, she sighed.

"That wasn't a dream was it, Monsieur Dumbledore?" She asked softly.

"Non oui, mademoiselle. No. You are to marry Draco Lucius Malfoy sooner than you can say Gilderoy Lockhart." He mumbled, staring at the floor.

"But- but- but" she stuttered, trying to get a handle on the situation, "That's not why I came. I came to see Blaise & Hermione. Nothing more, nothing less. I want no part in this 'war' Hogwarts is involved in. No. I will just leave you then. Beauxbatons was sorry to see me go." She said wistfully.

Dumbledore laughed in her face. A rude thing to do in any light, especially to a young adult, but a nessecary thing to do. Anabelle had always been stubborn. "Now, Anabelle, we both know that your father wouldn't have approved of Draco, which is the only reason you have for saying no to his proposal. When your father died, he left everything to his heirs- which was mistaken for the wrong person. If you want to be faithful to your father's memory- and your sister's own negligence- you must marry Malfoy, no matter how bad it is. You must prove-"

Anabelle cut him off, "I know I know, sir. I must prove that Harry

Potter is not the rightful heir to the Black fourtune.

But- but must I marry Malfoy? Why can't Hermione just do it? She almost told Ron several times- you know their lovers, right?- and I just don't want to crumble what you've worked so hard to hide. That my father- Sirius Black- was married to a French witch and does have a proper heir. And who is pureblood to boot." Sighing, she gave him a pleading glace, "Must I?"

Draco, who still had a pillow in his mouth, had been propped up against the door the whole time, gasped and dropped the pillow. "She must."

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